My desk is covered with clipped newspaper articles and
post-it notes scribbled with thoughts and ideas for this blog. As a devotee of
current events, these first days of December have proven to be an unusually
rich period for news and events that would normally send me dashing to my
laptop. President Obama accepts the Nobel Peace Prize just days after
escalating the war in Afghanistan
considers the death penalty for gay people. Michele Bachmann adds her voice to
others supporting an amendment to Minnesota
constitution that would put a cap on future state spending. Sarah Palin brings
her "Going Rogue" book tour to the Mall of America. Any one of these items would
normally capture my imagination, or indignation, for at least 500 words, but
Lately, I read daily papers, but I don't react to
provocative stories the way I usually do. I find myself listening to music
rather than news programming while driving to and from work. Perhaps, I
thought, I was coming down with a cold or the flu. Or maybe I was suffering
from seasonal affective disorder or just a general low-grade malaise. But I
didn't feel sick or lethargic. It was just that my sense of outrage seemed to
be frozen by the cold or buried under the recent snow.
Then, while station surfing in my car, I landed on one of
those radio stations that seems to play Christmas carols from Labor Day to President's
Day. Josh Groban's was singing the first lyrics of "O, Holy Night." Uncharacteristically
of me, since I generally avoid holiday music and usually can't stomach Mr.
Groban's unmistakable voice, I stopped skipping through the stations and
listened to the entire song. It was as if a light bulb had gone off, or more
appropriately given the time of year, a menorah or advent candle had been lit. It
suddenly became apparent to me that it was the season that had captured my
spirit, not some sickness that had infected my body.
With the dimming of each day, as we move closer to the
winter solstice, I find myself slowing down and becoming more reflective. I
spend as much time reading Christmas cards and letters as I do articles about
the health care debate. I go to holiday parties and talk to friends about their
lives, not about politics. I'm sleeping more and eating more and not worrying
about the additional shuteye and calories. I'm lighting candles and building fires
in the fireplace. I'm going to the Hollidazzle Parade in downtown Minneapolis
– not once, but twice.
Soon enough, something will jar me out of this seasonal
calm, but until that happens, the headlines and sound bites can wait. There is
eggnog to drink, lefse to eat, friends and family to see, and holiday lights to
enjoy. And, I need to get to the Electric Fetus to buy Josh Groban's Christmas
CD before it's sold out.